Chapter 115 Empty Glass

• Steam curls around me as I step out of the shower, gently patting my body dry with a white towel. My hand swipes across the fogged glass, creating a window to a truth I’ve been too blind to see.
• When did I get so thin?
• The question echoes in my mind as I study my reflection. My collarbones cast shadows I don’t remember being there before, my ribs visible beneath skin that seems stretched too tight. I’ve been so consumed by the growing space between Efrem and me, so haunted by Tavin’s ghost, that I missed the obvious signs my body’s been trying to show me.